Carl Sandburg

Smoke Rose Gold - Poem by Carl Sandburg

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THE DOME of the capitol looks to the Potomac river. Out of haze over the sunset, Out of a smoke rose gold:One star shines over the sunset.Night takes the dome and the river, the sun and the smoke rose gold,The haze changes from sunset to star.The pour of a thin silver struggles against the dark.A star might call: It's a long way across.